Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.